Where Our Lines Cross

Chapter 1

Waking up this morning felt like a chore. No seriously, everybody assumes that I am a morning person, but I'm not. Never have, and I doubt I ever will be. Besides, who doesn't love staying up all night doing a bender for a case, which has no effect on you? This guy.

Besides, this is the kind of shit that I used to do in the pack, before everything went down. Stay up all night, focus on only one thing, and in the end...in the end suffer through the pain.

Let's move on from that though, I am done with that part of my life, and I never want to see it again. I always figured id be in the FBI, but after that little stunt that happened a few years ago, I didn't really care about the FBI anymore. Instead I looked into what I could do as a detective. I had- no have, a higher advantage then the regular detective, so I could do more damage.

So far, all that I have done is look at case files, and be yelled at by my boss Luke Garroway. The guy is insufferable, and not to mention that he went through a little disappearance act a few months ago, which meant that I had to not only pick up his slack, but also go through all of my own paperwork as usual.

It's annoying is what it is, and I don't even get a thank you for what I did. If it wasn't for me, his ass wouldn't even be here, since he wasn't here for a long time.

Since the incident where Mr.Garroway went AWAL, I had a lot of cases tied with the supernatural, and I couldn't talk about any of it, because nobody but me knows about it in the precinct, which means no sane judge is going to try someone for how they bite a person's hand. It just doesn't work like that

So, instead I had to play stupid and try and find ways around it, but since I took to long on replying back with the cases information, I was kind of banned from doing a lot of things.

So here I am, sitting at my desk, looking like a kicked puppy, and waiting for my case file to at least have something. I looked up from my computer screen, just in time to see my boss walking up to me.

"Stillinski."

"Yes?"

"You're riding with me today, lets go."

"I'm what?"

"I'm going to leave you here if you don't grab your stuff in the next few minutes."

"Ye-yes sir."I say, as I furiously open my desk drawers and grab my gun and badge. I look back up again and I see he's walking out of the detective's area, and towards the exit. I run to try and catch up to him.

I follow him out of the precinct and out to the street, where I see him pull out his keys and walk towards his car. "Um sir...? Where are we going?"

"Shut up, and Ill let you into the car."

Sooner rather than later, he's driving towards some old church that looks to be abandoned rather then used.

"This place looks...different."

"Yea it does kid, yea it does. "Detective Luke says as he and I step out of the car. I get a good chance to look at it fully, and it looks...peaceful almost. Besides a little bit of touchups, it looks homey. Like if I were given the chance, I could live there, but I've never been much for religion.

"So...What case led you here?"

"None."

"Then why are we here? Is this some weird way for you to say thanks?"

"Why would I be thanking you?" He asks as he walks around to my side, and I get a better look at him now.

"well, I was the one who kept your paperwork completed. Besides that I don't know."

"Ah...so that was you. I couldn't tell if it was Greenberg or not."

"Psh, he's useless."

"So like I said," I begin as he moves from my side to the doors. "Why are we here?"

The doors open, and I see a bunch of people running around each other in some sort of frenzy. "whoa."I say.

"So you do see it."

"the people? Yea. Why?"

"Nothing, just proves a point."

Luke starts to walk down the hallway, and I rush to follow him, "Whys that?".

He looks back at me and says, "It means that I can show you things like this, and you won't freak out, and will help me...I hope."

We walk towards this sunken area, where a few people are rushing about, but there is this large table in the middle with a bunch of holo-screens surrounding it. "God this Is almost worse then Avengers." I mumble.

"What?" someone behind me says confused.

"Nothing" I say, turning around to be almost face to face with a chest. This is giving me Derek vibes, and I don't think I like it at all.

I look up to see...someone completely random. I've never met this person before. He looks down at me before looking behind us, and says, "Why is there a downworlder here? Don't we have enough?"

"ouch" I say, "That almost hurt my feelings. You called us downworlders, and there is only a collective few who do that, so why am I in a swarm of Shadow hunters, and why do you need me Luke?"

"Well..."He starts. This cant be good.